Re: The Relentless Slaughter [Round 2: S'kkoi]
03-18-2012, 04:19 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Samael slowly got up. They certainly got off lighter than he thought they would. Behind the both of them, Caridea hummed something sweet and started to descend back down, tittering out something about making the place all nice and pretty for Soggoth’s arrival.
Martin was already starting to move. Samael moved a bit more ponderously, thinking on what he had just learned, but sped up as soon as he realized that Martin certainly wasn’t waiting for him. Fortunately, though, it looked like he was being stopped by someone up ahead, and he was easily able to scuttle up in time to hear Martin insisting, “…I don’t know anything! Leave me alone!”
’What’s up’
“Look, you tell him.” Martin, apparently not realizing the irony in his words, nudged Samael forward towards a rather large hermit crab. Samael gave a curt nod, from one crustacean man to another, but was very annoyed to see that the hermit crab seemed to have an actual working mouth with which to speak actual words with and shit.
“I assume you’ll be claiming that you’re not part of the Brotherhood, too, hm?” the hermit crab said gruffly.
’Some lovely ladies were asking us about that earlier. No we are not.’
The hermit crab stared at Samael for a few seconds, then turned back to Marin. “Why’s your friend here waving his claws around like that?”
“What? Oh, uh, it’s sign language,” Martin replied sadly, already realizing what was going to happen.
’Martin, translate for me.’
Martin sighed. “He said we’re not.”
“Now, you see,” the hermit said, leaning back a little on his shell and crossing his claws, “I do find this hard to believe. There’s no reason for some random bystanders to be here. It’s just the Brotherhood and the Sisterhood. And, since it appears you are not female, then you must belong to the Brotherhood. And in that case, I want to talk to your stupid cult leader.”
“…Yeah, he says that we’re still not. Um, he says also what you’re supposed to be doing here if you’re not either of those guys. The cult people.”
“I’m,” he said, standing as tall as a hermit crab could, “the Hermit.”
Samael bubbled something that might have been an ‘oh’ if he had the ability to vocalize it before starting to furiously sign once more. The Hermit held up a claw. “Hold up, I’m not done.
“I’m not looking for trouble. I only want to convince you all not to summon Soggoth. None of you cultist types know what you’re even getting into! Do you even realize what will happen if Soggoth is summoned?”
Martin rubbed his forehead while keeping one eye on Samael’s claws. “…Sure. Yeah. He’s saying don’t tell him this next bit – oh. Ow!” The sharky-man raised his arms defensively. “I’m sorry! It was a mistake!”
’Dorin is one of the contestants and an ally. We can’t let her get killed. We should team up with this hermit.’
“Look, I might not know entirely what’s going on here, but what I do know is that whatever’s going on, I want to stay out of it. You can go save your friend or whatever, but stop dragging me into this! I don’t really want to do whatever the hell you want so – “
’Martin. Martin. Stop. Please. Martin.’
“ – you can stop acting like we’re best buds and like you know what I should do and no I won’t stop.”
“Well.” The Hermit stared at the both of them under half-lidded eyes. “I don’t quite understand this…one-sided conversation, but it seems that the two of you know the sacrifice that is intended for Soggoth.”
“He knows,” Martin sputtered, pointing at the crab. “I don’t, and I don’t want to get caught up in anything so you can ask him about it ‘cause I’m going to find a safe place where I won’t get my head chopped off or get castrated or whatever by some giant crazy feminist women fish cult.”
“…Considering that you understand him and not me, it seems you’ll have to come along anyways, though.”
Martin stared blankly and then, tilting his face down into his hands, gave out a slow, loud, sigh.
Samael slowly got up. They certainly got off lighter than he thought they would. Behind the both of them, Caridea hummed something sweet and started to descend back down, tittering out something about making the place all nice and pretty for Soggoth’s arrival.
Martin was already starting to move. Samael moved a bit more ponderously, thinking on what he had just learned, but sped up as soon as he realized that Martin certainly wasn’t waiting for him. Fortunately, though, it looked like he was being stopped by someone up ahead, and he was easily able to scuttle up in time to hear Martin insisting, “…I don’t know anything! Leave me alone!”
’What’s up’
“Look, you tell him.” Martin, apparently not realizing the irony in his words, nudged Samael forward towards a rather large hermit crab. Samael gave a curt nod, from one crustacean man to another, but was very annoyed to see that the hermit crab seemed to have an actual working mouth with which to speak actual words with and shit.
“I assume you’ll be claiming that you’re not part of the Brotherhood, too, hm?” the hermit crab said gruffly.
’Some lovely ladies were asking us about that earlier. No we are not.’
The hermit crab stared at Samael for a few seconds, then turned back to Marin. “Why’s your friend here waving his claws around like that?”
“What? Oh, uh, it’s sign language,” Martin replied sadly, already realizing what was going to happen.
’Martin, translate for me.’
Martin sighed. “He said we’re not.”
“Now, you see,” the hermit said, leaning back a little on his shell and crossing his claws, “I do find this hard to believe. There’s no reason for some random bystanders to be here. It’s just the Brotherhood and the Sisterhood. And, since it appears you are not female, then you must belong to the Brotherhood. And in that case, I want to talk to your stupid cult leader.”
“…Yeah, he says that we’re still not. Um, he says also what you’re supposed to be doing here if you’re not either of those guys. The cult people.”
“I’m,” he said, standing as tall as a hermit crab could, “the Hermit.”
Samael bubbled something that might have been an ‘oh’ if he had the ability to vocalize it before starting to furiously sign once more. The Hermit held up a claw. “Hold up, I’m not done.
“I’m not looking for trouble. I only want to convince you all not to summon Soggoth. None of you cultist types know what you’re even getting into! Do you even realize what will happen if Soggoth is summoned?”
Martin rubbed his forehead while keeping one eye on Samael’s claws. “…Sure. Yeah. He’s saying don’t tell him this next bit – oh. Ow!” The sharky-man raised his arms defensively. “I’m sorry! It was a mistake!”
’Dorin is one of the contestants and an ally. We can’t let her get killed. We should team up with this hermit.’
“Look, I might not know entirely what’s going on here, but what I do know is that whatever’s going on, I want to stay out of it. You can go save your friend or whatever, but stop dragging me into this! I don’t really want to do whatever the hell you want so – “
’Martin. Martin. Stop. Please. Martin.’
“ – you can stop acting like we’re best buds and like you know what I should do and no I won’t stop.”
“Well.” The Hermit stared at the both of them under half-lidded eyes. “I don’t quite understand this…one-sided conversation, but it seems that the two of you know the sacrifice that is intended for Soggoth.”
“He knows,” Martin sputtered, pointing at the crab. “I don’t, and I don’t want to get caught up in anything so you can ask him about it ‘cause I’m going to find a safe place where I won’t get my head chopped off or get castrated or whatever by some giant crazy feminist women fish cult.”
“…Considering that you understand him and not me, it seems you’ll have to come along anyways, though.”
Martin stared blankly and then, tilting his face down into his hands, gave out a slow, loud, sigh.